Psychological

A Lost Summer, A Found Soul. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The summer of 2020 was supposed to be perfect. Rachel Matthews had just turned seventeen, the world was wide open, and her plans were tightly packed — a road trip across California with her best friends, her first concert in Los Angeles, and late-night bonfires on the beach. But fate, with its silent hands, had other ideas.
By The Professional6 months ago in Fiction
Summer in Chrome
A sleek, red-streaked chrome vintage car speeds along a neon-lit summer's night highway, shades of blue blending into the intrigue of both the night and the vehicle. Rain streaks across the windshield, reflecting the dazzling lights of the city. The car's design blends classic aesthetics with futuristic upgrades, its body adorned with glowing neon accents and intricate engravings. The scene is reminiscent of Syd Mead's visionary futurism and Katsuhiro Otomo's cyberpunk artistry, with a touch of Simon Stalenhag's dystopian atmosphere. The overall effect is a mesmerizing blend of retro and futuristic elements, capturing the essence of speed, style, and technological advancement.
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Alley. AI-Generated.
It was a dark night, the rain pounding heavily on the cobblestone streets of the old neighborhood. Clara hurried along, her coat hood covering most of her face. She had received an anonymous message earlier that afternoon: “Come to the market alley at midnight. Everything will be revealed.”
By fran Pozo6 months ago in Fiction
My Future Is Written in the Comments of My Posts
My Future Is Written in the Comments of My Posts I always thought being a content creator would bring me brand deals, not bizarre premonitions.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
Every Night at 3:12 AM, Someone Knocks on My Door And I Live Alone
Every Night at 3:12 AM, Someone Knocks on My Door And I Live Alone. A tale of isolation, paranoia, and the horrifying truth that sometimes, silence knocks the loudest.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
A Whisper You Can Still Hear
Joel, remember when we met — December '20, you with your work friends, me with my sisters? You called me cute, and I laughed it off.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Fiction
Before I Knew His Name. Content Warning.
Rebecca sat on the nice, dark leather couch. It looked almost Victorian style but still had that modernized feel to it.
By Mak Winters6 months ago in Fiction
🪞Mirror, mirror...wait for me.
The class was almost at an end, when, as if having a second thought...Ms. Bosomworth yelled over the din of everyone packing up to exit the chaos which was the classroom.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian of Forgotten Dreams
Part 1: The Inheritance of Lost Things Maya’s Aunt Iris died surrounded by cats and cobwebs. Her will bequeathed Maya three things:
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
My Mother’s Last Recipe
My Mother’s Last Recipe Written by Shah Zai Love isn’t always found in words—it can be folded into dough, stirred into sauce, and passed down through generations, one bite at a time.
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Fiction
Heatwave shadows. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
Every summer, the city roared in colors that never changed. Perpetual sun filtering through yellowing plastic blinds. I heard sirens skipping over the cracked pavement. I felt my own musty scent of sweat. The spoiled fruit from the market two blocks down curled into oblivion, softening inside, rotting.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár6 months ago in Fiction
The Summer Her Shadows Festered
Every July, the women returned home. The old house lied at the edge of the marsh and got filled with a sour scent of the herbs drying in the kitchen. The women were always there, even if only in spirit.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár6 months ago in Fiction